The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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20. oldal
... I may know and see thy lies ; And may laugh and joy when thou Art in anguish , And dost languish For some one That will none , Or prove as false as thou dost now . DEAR LOVE ! continue nice and chaste ; For if 20 JOHN DONNE .
... I may know and see thy lies ; And may laugh and joy when thou Art in anguish , And dost languish For some one That will none , Or prove as false as thou dost now . DEAR LOVE ! continue nice and chaste ; For if 20 JOHN DONNE .
21. oldal
... prove in us , Which ever yet hath been a sin ! My coming near may spy some ill , And now the world is given to scoff : To keep my love then , keep me off ; And so I shall admire thee still . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 1591 . If confidence is ...
... prove in us , Which ever yet hath been a sin ! My coming near may spy some ill , And now the world is given to scoff : To keep my love then , keep me off ; And so I shall admire thee still . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 1591 . If confidence is ...
24. oldal
... prove ! " Now he still ! yet still , believe me , " Thy grief more than death would grieve me . " Trust me , while I thus deny , " In myself the smart I try : " Tyrant honour doth thus use thee ; " STELLA'S self might not refuse thee ...
... prove ! " Now he still ! yet still , believe me , " Thy grief more than death would grieve me . " Trust me , while I thus deny , " In myself the smart I try : " Tyrant honour doth thus use thee ; " STELLA'S self might not refuse thee ...
25. oldal
... prove ; They love indeed , who quake to say they love ! ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my Friend ! Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire , Than did on him who first stole down the fire , While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ...
... prove ; They love indeed , who quake to say they love ! ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my Friend ! Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire , Than did on him who first stole down the fire , While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ...
47. oldal
... proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . Is it thy will , thy image should keep open My heavy eye - lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken , While shadows , like to thee , do mock my sight ...
... proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . Is it thy will , thy image should keep open My heavy eye - lids through the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken , While shadows , like to thee , do mock my sight ...
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29. oldal - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
43. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
44. oldal - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
46. oldal - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss...
111. oldal - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
112. oldal - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
44. oldal - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
66. oldal - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
67. oldal - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown? 39 So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
45. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.